“Did you see his face?”
Andy considered for a moment. “Only a bittie. He had pulled his hat low over his forehead, and he wore a comforter high up, over his mouth.”
“How about his clothes?”
“They were old-fashioned!” Andy said. “He wore a black cloak like a bat, and big glossy boots, so he couldnae run after me. He grabbed haud of my shoulder, and I turned and booted him.” Andy told Watters where he tried to kick his attacker. “But he was too big, and I only booted his leg. I yelled my heid off, and the lads came to help.”
Watters imagined the scene with the tall man in a cloak and the diminutive victim, terrified but defiant, screaming for his friends.
“Big Jim came and bladed the bastard,” Andy stopped there, knowing he had probably got his companion into trouble.
Watters let it pa
